I broke out a new notebook today - and had the normal angst - here's a fresh page, a new book and how do I approach it without the predictable writer's hesitation at the sight of a blank page, let alone an entire notebook destined for the detritus of day pages? I thought I'd try a haiku or tanka, but forgot the rules for tanka, so ended up with an amalgam. We awoke this morning to new-fallen snow and bitter cold, to wind and yet heated floors, pure magic.
Finally, last night
the temperature rose so
a soft snow could fall.
The thing about a haiku is that you just have to invoke some image of nature, follow the syllabic brick road and tah dah! Please recognize irony here. So then I tried the tanka and didn't bother to look up the correct syllabilization a word I just invented.
We awoke in a
snowland, about us
crystalline air, the snow pure,
and powder-fine diamonds fall
around us in pale
December light.
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